Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Magma,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.